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r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 days ago Old_Lady_In_Titanic Everyone else was distracted by the huge iceberg that glided within inches of the ship. Only I saw the giant metallic sea-bear gash a hole in the hull beneath the waterline with it's razor sharp knife-like claws.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Averagebiker21 After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read "No, thanks honey, I'm full" However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me cake after dinner...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 min. ago InfamousInspector863 Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening. She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.
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Gáīáī› áī€ sÉīáī€áī‹áī‡ áī€Éīáī… ʜáī‡ sáī›áīáīáī˜áī‡áī… áī…áīáīĄÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ ʜáī‡áī‡ĘŸ áīŌ“ ʜɩs ʙáīáīáī› áīœáī˜áīÉī ÉŠáī›. Láī€áī›áī‡Ę€ ÉīÉŠÉĒʜáī›, ʜáī‡ ÉĒáī€áī áī‡ áīœáī˜ áī›Ęœáī‡ ÉĒʜáīsáī›, áī€s ʜɩs ʙáī‡Ō“áīœáī…áī…ĘŸáī‡áī… Ō“áī€áīÉŠĘŸĘ ʀáī€áī„áī‡áī… áī›áī sáī‡áī‡ áīĄĘœáī€áī› ÉŠÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ áīĄáīĘ€ĘŸáī… áī„áīáīœĘŸáī… ʜáī€áī áī‡ ʙáī‡áī‡Éī áī›Ęœáī‡ áīáī€áī›áī›áī‡Ę€ áīĄÉŠáī›Ęœ Páī€. "SáīÉī, ʏáīáīœ áī‹ÉīáīáīĄ ʜáīáīĄ áīáīœáī„Ęœ ʏáīáīœĘ€ Ō“áī€áī›Ęœáī‡Ę€ ʟáīáī áī‡áī… áī›Ęœáī‡áī áī›Ęœáī‡Ę€áī‡ áīĘŸáī… ʙáīáīáī›s. Háī‡ áī…ÉŠáī‡áī… ÉŠÉī 'áī‡áī, áīáī€áī›áī›áī‡Ę€ áīŌ“ Ō“áī€áī„áī›. Wáī‡ ʀáī‡áīáī‡áīĘ™áī‡Ę€ ʜɩáī áīĄáī‡áī€Ę€ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›Ęœáī‡áī. Wáī‡ĘŸĘŸ, I ʀáī‡áī„áī‹áīÉī ʜáī‡ áīĄáīáīœĘŸáī… ʜáī€áī áī‡ áīĄáī€Éīáī›áī‡áī… ʏáīáīœ áī›áī ʜáī€áī áī‡ áī›Ęœáī‡áī. Háī‡Ę€áī‡â€”" Máī€, áīĄÉŠáī˜ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī€ áī›áī‡áī€Ę€ Ō“Ę€áīáī ʜáī‡Ę€ sáī‡áī€áīáī‡áī… áīĘŸáī… áī„Ęœáī‡áī‡áī‹, ʜáī€Éīáī…áī‡áī… áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áī€ÉŠĘ€ áīŌ“ ʙáīáīáī›s áīáī áī‡Ę€ áī€s áī€Éī ʜáī‡ÉŠĘ€ĘŸáīáīáī. Háī‡ áīĄáīĘ€áī‡ áī›Ęœáī‡áī áīĄÉŠáī›Ęœ áī˜Ę€ÉŠáī…áī‡. Iáī› áīĄáī€s Éīáīáī› ʟáīÉīÉĒ áī€Ō“áī›áī‡Ę€ áīĄĘœáī‡Éīáī„áī‡ ʜáī‡ áī›áīœĘ€Éīáī‡áī… áī€ áīĘsáī›áī‡Ę€ÉŠáīáīœs sʜáī€áī…áī‡. Dʀáī‡ssÉŠÉīÉĒ ÉŠÉī ʙʟáī€áī„áī‹, ʜɩs Éīáī‡áīĄĘŸĘ áīĄÉŠáī…áīáīĄáī‡áī… áīĄÉŠŌ“áī‡ ʜáīœÉĒÉĒáī‡áī… áī›Ęœáī‡ÉŠĘ€ sáīÉī. "BáīĘ, ʏáīáīœĘ€ ÉĒʀáī€Éīáī…Ō“áī€áī›Ęœáī‡Ę€ áī…ÉŠáī‡áī… ÉŠÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ ʙáīáīáī›s áī€s ʏáīáīœĘ€ Ō“áī€áī›Ęœáī‡Ę€ áī…ÉŠáī…. Táī€áī‹áī‡ áī„áī€Ę€áī‡..." OŌ“ áī„áīáīœĘ€sáī‡, áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áīáīĘ€ ʙáīĘ ʜɩáīsáī‡ĘŸŌ“ áīáī‡áī› áī›Ęœáī‡ sáī€áīáī‡ Ō“áī€áī›áī‡. HÉŠs áīĄÉŠŌ“áī‡ ʜáī‡ĘŸáī… áī›Ęœáī‡ ʙáīáīáī›s. Láīáīáī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī„ĘŸáīsáī‡ĘŸĘ, sáīáīáī‡áī›ĘœÉŠÉīÉĒ áī„áī€áīœÉĒʜáī› ʜáī‡Ę€ áī‡Ęáī‡. Iáī› áīĄáī€s Ō“áīáīœÉīáī… áī›áī ʙáī‡ áī€ Ō“áī€ÉīÉĒáī‡áī… áī›áīáīáī›Ęœ Ō“Ę€áīáī áī›Ęœáī‡ sÉīáī€áī‹áī‡, sáī›ÉŠĘŸĘŸ ʜáīĘŸáī…ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī‡ÉīáīáīœÉĒʜ áī áī‡Éīáīáī áī›áī áī˜áīÉŠsáīÉī sáīáīáī‡ áīáīĘ€áī‡ ÉĒáī‡Éīáī‡Ę€áī€áī›ÉŠáīÉīs. Láīáī…ÉĒáī‡áī… áī€Éīáī… áī‡áīĘ™áī‡áī…áī…áī‡áī… ÉŠÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ ʙáīáīáī›s.
Ęģ/ËĒáķœáĩƒĘģĘļËĒáĩ—áĩ’Ęģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ Âđâĩ Ę°Ęģ‧ áĩƒáĩáĩ’ áī°Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩˆ_áīŋáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ–áĩ‰Ęģ_ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áīūËĄáĩƒĘļáĩĘģáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆ áīĩâŋ áĩƒ á‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩ‰áĩ—âļī áĩƒáĩ‡áĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩ’âŋáĩ‰áĩˆ ËĒáķœĘ°áĩ’áĩ’ËĄâļī áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĄáĩƒáĩ˜áĩĘ°áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ’áķ  áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆĘģáĩ‰âŋ áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‰áķœĘ°áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°Ęģáĩ’áĩ˜áĩĘ° áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę°áĩƒËĄËĄËĒ‧ áīžâŋáĩ‰ âŋ⁹áĩĘ°áĩ—âļī áĩƒ Ęēáĩƒâŋ⁹áĩ—áĩ’Ęģ Ę°áĩ‰áĩƒĘģáĩˆ áķ áĩƒâąâŋáĩ— áĩâąáĩáĩËĄáĩ‰ËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áķ áĩ’ËĄËĄáĩ’Ę·áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰áĩ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ–ËĄáĩƒĘļáĩĘģáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆâ€§ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âļī Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩƒĘ· ËĒʷ⁹âŋáĩËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ›âąâŋáĩ áĩ’âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰âąĘģ áĩ’Ę·âŋ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒĘ°áĩƒáĩˆáĩ’Ę·ËĒ áĩ’áķ  áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆĘģáĩ‰âŋ áĩ–ËĄáĩƒĘļ⁹âŋáĩâļī áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— áĩƒËĒ Ę°áĩ‰ áĩƒáĩ–áĩ–Ęģáĩ’áĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰áĩˆâļī áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒʷ⁹âŋáĩËĒ ËĒáĩ˜áĩˆáĩˆáĩ‰âŋËĄĘļ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’áĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰áĩˆâļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆĘģáĩ‰âŋ'ËĒ ËĄáĩƒáĩ˜áĩĘ°áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—áĩ˜Ęģâŋáĩ‰áĩˆ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ’ ËĒ⁹âŋ⁹ËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ ʷʰ⁹ËĒáĩ–áĩ‰ĘģËĒâļī Ęģáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰áĩƒËĄâąâŋáĩ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęļ Ę·áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩĘ°áĩ’ËĒáĩ—ËĒ áĩ’áķ  áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆĘģáĩ‰âŋ Ę·Ę°áĩ’ Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ áĩˆâąáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáķœĘ°áĩ’áĩ’˥‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰âŋâļī áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒʷ⁹âŋáĩËĒ áķœĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ’ áĩáĩ’áĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋâļī Ęģáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰áĩƒËĄâąâŋáĩ áĩƒ áĩĘ°áĩ’ËĒáĩ—ËĄĘļ áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° Ę°áĩ’ËĄËĄáĩ’Ę· áĩ‰Ęļáĩ‰ËĒâļī ʷʰ⁹ËĒáĩ–áĩ‰Ęģ⁹âŋáĩâļī "Ęēáĩ’⁹âŋ áĩ˜ËĒ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ‧"
Jáī‡ĘŸĘŸĘ_Báī‡áī€Éī36 I ʀáī‡áīáī‡áīĘ™áī‡Ę€ áī›Ęœáī€áī› áī…áī€Ę áīĄĘœáī‡Éī I Ō“áīáīœÉīáī… áī›Ęœáī‡ Ō“áīáīœÉīáī›áī€ÉŠÉī áīŌ“ ʏáīáīœáī›Ęœ áī€s ÉŠáī› áīĄáī€s áī›Ęœáī‡ áīáī€Ę€áī‹ áīŌ“ áīĘ Ō“ÉŠĘ€sáī› áī…áī€Ę áīŌ“ ÉŠáīáīáīĘ€áī›áī€ĘŸÉŠáī›Ę. NáīáīĄ áī›Ęœáī€áī› áī›Ęœáī‡ ʜáīœáīáī€Éī ʀáī€áī„áī‡ ʜáī€s ʙáī‡áī‡Éī áīĄÉŠáī˜áī‡áī… áīáīœáī› I'áī áī€ĘŸĘŸ áī€ĘŸáīÉīáī‡.
r/TwoSentenceHorror Deiun ...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop which is just the thing, because that's what...
ʙʟɩáī›áīĒáī‡Éīáī‹Ę€ÉŠáī‡ÉĒ2194 â€Ē 1 ʏʀ. áī€ÉĒáī Tʜáī‡ áīáīÉīsáī›áī‡Ę€ áīœÉīáī…áī‡Ę€ áī›Ęœáī‡ ʙáī‡áī… áī˜áīáī‹áī‡áī… ÉŠs ʜáī‡áī€áī… áīáīœáī› áī€s áī›Ęœáī‡ áī„ĘœÉŠĘŸáī…'s Ō“áī€áī›Ęœáī‡Ę€ áī‡Éīáī›áī‡Ę€áī‡áī… áī›Ęœáī‡ ʀáīáīáī. "DáīÉī'áī› áīĄáīĘ€Ę€Ę," áī›Ęœáī‡ áīáīÉīsáī›áī‡Ę€ áīĄĘœÉŠsáī˜áī‡Ę€áī‡áī…, "ʜáī‡ áīĄáīÉī'áī› ʜáīœĘ€áī› ʏáīáīœ áī€ÉĒáī€ÉŠÉī."
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
"I wanted to scream, but I have no mouth."
" I áīĄáī€ĘŸáī‹áī‡áī… ÉŠÉīáī›áī áī›Ęœáī‡ ʀáīáīáī áī€Éīáī… sáī€áīĄ áīŠáīœsáī› áīÉīáī‡ áī„áī€Éīáī…ĘŸáī‡ ÉĒʟáīáīĄÉŠÉīÉĒ; Mʏ Ō“áīĘŸáī‹s áīĄáī‡Ę€áī‡ sÉŠáī›áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī€Ę€áīáīœÉīáī… áī›Ęœáī‡ áī›áī€Ę™ĘŸáī‡ áī˜áī€áī›ÉŠáī‡Éīáī›ĘŸĘ, sáī›áī€Ę€ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī€áī› ÉŠáī›. “Háī‡â€™s ʜáī‡Ę€áī‡, I áī„áī€Éī Ō“áī‡áī‡ĘŸ ÉŠáī›.” Tʜáī‡ ʟáī€áī…ʏ áīáīœáīĘ™ĘŸáī‡áī…, áī€s I Éīáīáī›ÉŠáī„áī‡áī… áī›Ęœáī‡Ę áīĄáī‡Ę€áī‡ áī€ĘŸĘŸ ʜáīĘŸáī…ÉŠÉīÉĒ ʜáī€Éīáī…s. " ʙʏ Eʟɩsáī‡ĘœŌ“áī€ĘŸĘŸ2
shortscarystories.tumblr.com ðŸ–Ī You locked your doors and Windows to prevent me from entering. Too bad I'm already inside.
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“áĩ‚áĩƒâąáĩ— ⁹âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ˥⁹áĩ›âąâŋáĩ Ęģáĩ’áĩ’áĩâļī áĩĘļ áĩˆáĩ‰áĩƒĘģ‧ áīĩ’ˡˡ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áķ Ęģáĩ‰ËĒĘ°ËĄĘļ áĩ‡áĩƒáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áķœáĩ’áĩ’áĩâąáĩ‰ËĒ!” áīŽËĄáĩ—Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜áĩĘ° áīĩ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ–Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ ˥⁹ËĒáĩ—áĩ‰âŋ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ—áĩ’ ⁹âŋËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ˜áķœáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋËĒâļī áķœáĩ˜Ęģ⁹áĩ’ËĒ⁹áĩ—Ęļ áĩáĩ’áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ—áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ’áķ  áĩáĩ‰â€§ áīĩ áĩˆáĩ‰áķœâąáĩˆáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‰ËĢáĩ–ËĄáĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰â€§ áīūĘģáĩ’ʷ˥⁹âŋáĩ áĩƒĘģáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆâļī áīĩ âŋáĩ’áĩ—⁹áķœáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒ ËĒáĩ—áĩƒâąĘģáķœáĩƒËĒáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— Ę·áĩ‰âŋáĩ— áĩ˜áĩ–ËĒáĩ—áĩƒâąĘģËĒ‧ á‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩ‰áĩ—ËĄĘļâļī áīĩ áĩ—⁹áĩ–áĩ—áĩ’áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩ‰áķœáĩ’âŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰Ęļ‧ áīīáĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âļī áīĩ âŋáĩ’áĩ—⁹áķœáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒ ËĄáĩ’âŋáĩ áķœáĩ’ĘģĘģ⁹áĩˆáĩ’Ęģ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— ËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ‰áĩ—áķœĘ°áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ ËĒ⁹áĩˆáĩ‰ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰â€§ áīŽËĄáĩ’âŋáĩ ⁹áĩ— ËĄáĩƒĘļ áķœáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩ—ËĄáĩ‰ËĒËĒ áĩˆáĩ’áĩ’ĘģËĒ‧ áīŽáķ áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ Ę·áĩƒËĄáĩâąâŋáĩ áĩƒ áķ áĩ‰Ę· ËĒáĩ—áĩ‰áĩ–ËĒ áīĩ ËĒáĩƒĘ· áĩƒ áĩˆáĩ’áĩ’Ęģ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩĘļ ËĄáĩ‰áķ áĩ—âļī áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ’áĩ–áĩ‰âŋ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° áĩƒâŋ ⁹âŋáķ âąâŋ⁹áĩ—áĩ‰ËĄĘļ ËĒáĩáĩƒËĄËĄ áķœĘģáĩƒáķœáĩâ€§ áīĩ áĩáĩ’áĩ— áĩ˜áĩ– áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ–áĩ˜ËĒĘ°áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩˆáĩ’áĩ’Ęģ ʷ⁹áĩˆáĩ‰ áĩ’áĩ–áĩ‰âŋ‧ áīĩâŋËĒ⁹áĩˆáĩ‰ Ę·áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ áĩˆáĩ‰áĩƒáĩˆ áĩ‡áĩ’áĩˆâąáĩ‰ËĒ áĩ’áķ  áķœĘ°âąËĄáĩˆĘģáĩ‰âŋ‧ áīąáĩƒáķœĘ° Ę°áĩ’ËĄáĩˆâąâŋáĩ áĩƒ Ę°áĩƒËĄáķ âŧáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰âŋ áķœáĩ’áĩ’áĩâąáĩ‰â€§
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago kaoru-aeli They pointed at me, laughing and calling me "four-eyes". They weren't laughing after I decided to revealed 82 more.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 min. ago AcrobaticTransition4 “My lower back hurt” I told the chiropractor Then I heard a snap and then all the pain has been permanently alleviated as i bent slumped over feeling nothing...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 12 hr. ago HoardofAngryQuokkas It's happening again - I must wash away all this blood; silently, I creep out to the kitchen like I've been doing for the past three years, spending hours in the moonlight scrubbing out every speck of evidence. I know my dad and brothers think I'm some late bloomer, but I just don't want to freeze to death out in the menstrual hut like mum did.
r/shortscarystories 13 hr. ago S_G_Woodhouse I think I'm losing my head I was driving home after a long day at work. I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters. "What's wrong honey" she asked me. "I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused. Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home. I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies. Eventually, I dozed off. I dreamt strange things. I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them. Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless. No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached. I woke up in my bed, alone. I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children. My cell phone line was dead, no service. I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later. There was no one on the road but me. It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out. I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind. I was lost. I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything. Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on. And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there. At last, I could find out what was going on. I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend. "Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him. He didn't answer. I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream. It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare? I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state. My head hurt, my eyes hurt. I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here. Nothing alive. My vision began to narrow. Sounds began to blend together. Blackness. Emptiness. And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time. "The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."
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horror story (plural horror stories) (fiction) A fictional narrative of distressing events. The film is based on a horror story by Edgar Allan Poe. (informal) A disturbing rumour. ▾ We've heard horror stories about people being attacked in the elevator. An unpleasant experience. ▾ It was more of a horror story than a vacation. Translations Chinese Mandarin: 恐怖故䚋 (kĮ’ngbÃđ gÃđshÃŽ) Dutch: horrorverhaal (nl) n Finnish: kauhutarina (fi) French: histoire d’horreur f, histoire d’ÃĐpouvante f Hungarian: horrortÃķrtÃĐnet Spanish: historia de terror, historia de miedo f Swedish: skrÃĪckhistoria (sv) Uyghur: Ų‚ŲˆØąŲ‚Û‡Ų†Ú†Ų„Û‡Ų‚ ÚūېŲƒØ§ŲŠÛ•â€Ž (qorqunchluq hÃŦkaye) ghost story (plural ghost stories) A story about ghosts or the supernatural, often meant to be frightening. quotations â–ē 2012, Andrew Martin, Underground Overground: A passenger's history of the Tube, Profile Books, →ISBN, page 261: There are the books full of Underground ghost stories. An invisible runner pounds along the platforms at Elephant & Castle; children scream in the basement of what used to be the surface building of Hyde Park Corner, [...] Translations â–ēÂąstory about ghosts Catalan: histÃēria de fantasmes f Chinese: Mandarin: 鎞故䚋 (guĮgÃđshÃŽ) Finnish: kummitusjuttu French: histoire de fantÃīmes f German: Gespenstergeschichte (de) f Hungarian: kísÃĐrtethistÃģria (hu) Irish: scÃĐal taibhsí m Italian: racconto dell'orrore m Korean: ęīīë‹ī (goedam) Norwegian: spÃļkelsesfortelling Portuguese: histÃģria de fantasmas f Spanish: historia de fantasmas f, cuento de fantasmas m Swedish: spÃķkhistoria (sv) Welsh: stori fwgan f, stori ysbryd f
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Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 | I only go shopping at night The cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor. I find it easiest to get through my anxiety by avoiding eye contact with other people. That’s why I only go shopping at night fewer people to avoid. “Did you find everything okay?” she asks casually. “Mm-hmm,” I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up. The cashier’s head is completely caved in on the left side. Probably a car accident. I snap my gaze back down towards the floor. After I pay she gives back my change in a hand so mangled I’m surprised it can hold anything at all. Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit. Immediately I see a man looking through magazines at the store front. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a hot dog that fell into a campfire. Burn victim. I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. Eventually I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my head is blown open in the back. Gunshot victim. Why did I ever wish for the power to see how people die? Credit to reddit user resistance1984

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‘Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I canâ€Ķsense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer
~ -creepypastastories- Monsters and Ghosts Monsters are real, also ghosts They live inside us And sometimes they win

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 yr. ago Lightuke After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed" I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."
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Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

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It’s nice that my grandmother calls to check on me, but if she wants to communicate from the other side I wish she wouldn’t scream so much.
áī°áĩ’âŋ’áĩ— áĩ€Ęģáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áīĩáĩ— ᔆáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ ËĄáĩ‰âŋáĩáĩ—Ę°â ˜ áīđáĩ‰áĩˆâąáĩ˜áĩ áīđĘļ áķ áĩƒáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ ⁹ËĒ áĩƒ áĩĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ— áĩáĩƒâŋ‧ áķ áĩ’áĩ˜Ęģáĩ—áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ áĩƒáĩáĩ’ Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ ËĒáĩ‰âŋáĩ— áĩ’âŋ áĩƒ ËĒáĩ’ËĄáĩ’ áĩâąËĒËĒ⁹áĩ’âŋ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ âąĘģËĒáĩ— áĩáĩƒâŋ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ęģáĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ËĄ áĩ—Ę°Ęģáĩ’áĩ˜áĩĘ° áĩƒ Ę·áĩ’ĘģáĩĘ°áĩ’ËĄáĩ‰âļī ËĄáĩ’áķœáĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒ áĩáĩƒËĒËĒ⁹áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩˆâąËĒáĩ—áĩƒâŋáķœáĩ‰ áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áīąáĩƒĘģáĩ—ʰ‧ áīī⁹ËĒ Ęģáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ˜Ęģâŋ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ˜âŋáĩáĩ˜áĩƒĘģáĩƒâŋáĩ—áĩ‰áĩ‰áĩˆâļī áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ–Ęģáĩ‰áĩ–áĩƒĘģáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩƒáķœĘģ⁹áķ âąáķœáĩ‰â€§ áīĩ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ—Ę·áĩ‰ËĄáĩ›áĩ‰ Ę·Ę°áĩ‰âŋ Ę°áĩ‰ ËĄáĩ‰áķ áĩ— áĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ–ËĄáĩƒâŋáĩ‰áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‰ËĢáĩ–ËĄáĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áīģĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ— áĩâŋáĩâŋáĩ’Ę·âŋâļī âŋáĩ’áĩ— áĩâŋáĩ’ʷ⁹âŋáĩ Ę·Ę°áĩ‰âŋ áĩ’Ęģ ⁹áķ  Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆ Ęģáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ˜Ęģâŋ‧ áīĩáĩ— áĩ—áĩ’áĩ’áĩ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰âŋ ËĄáĩ’âŋáĩ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ʰ⁹ËĒ áķœĘģáĩƒáķ áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáķœĘ° áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ‰áĩˆáĩáĩ‰ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’ĘģáĩĘ°áĩ’ËĄáĩ‰âļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę·áĩ‰ áĩ–Ęģáĩ‰áĩ–áĩƒĘģáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáĩ›áĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ âŋáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ Ę°áĩ‰áĩƒĘģ áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ ʰ⁹áĩ áĩƒáĩáĩƒâąâŋ‧ áīšâąâŋáĩ‰ áĩâąâŋáĩ˜áĩ—áĩ‰ËĒ áĩƒáķ áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ ʰ⁹ËĒ ËĒáĩ–áĩƒáķœáĩ‰áķœĘģáĩƒáķ áĩ— áĩ‡Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’ĘģáĩĘ°áĩ’ËĄáĩ‰ áĩƒ ËĒ⁹âŋáĩËĄáĩ‰ áĩáĩ‰ËĒËĒáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ Ęģáĩ‰áķœáĩ‰âąáĩ›áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—ĘģáĩƒâŋËĒáĩâąËĒËĒ⁹áĩ’âŋ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áķœáĩ˜áĩ—â ˜ “áī°áĩ’âŋ’áĩ— áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— ⁹áĩ—”‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áķœĘģĘļáĩ–áĩ—⁹áķœ áĩáĩ‰ËĒËĒáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩˆâąËĒáĩâąËĒËĒáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒËĒ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģáķ áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âŋáķœáĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áīĩ áĩáĩƒáĩˆáĩ‰ áĩ–áĩ‰áĩƒáķœáĩ‰ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩƒáķœáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áīĩ Ę·áĩƒËĒ âŋáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—áĩ’ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ‰ ʰ⁹áĩ áĩƒáĩáĩƒâąâŋ‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩƒáĩ— ⁹ËĒâļī áĩ˜âŋáĩ—⁹˥ áķ âąáĩ›áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ‰áĩ‰áĩËĒ ËĄáĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ Ę·Ę°áĩ‰âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒ⁹áĩâŋáĩƒËĄ áķœáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ’âŋ˥⁹âŋáĩ‰â€§ áīī⁹ËĒ ËĒʰ⁹áĩ– Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ Ęģáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ˜Ęģâŋáĩ‰áĩˆ áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áĩ‡áĩ‰Ęļáĩ’âŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’ĘģáĩĘ°áĩ’ËĄáĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ—Ęģáĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ËĄâąâŋáĩ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ—áĩ’Ę·áĩƒĘģáĩˆËĒ áīąáĩƒĘģáĩ—Ę° ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩƒáķœáĩ—‧ ᔆáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰âŋ áĩƒâŋËĢ⁹áĩ’áĩ˜ËĒ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ áĩáĩ’Ęģáĩ‰âļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ʰ⁹ËĒ ËĒʰ⁹áĩ– áĩ—áĩ’áĩ˜áķœĘ°áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ ⁹âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’áķœáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ‧ áīĩ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩƒËĄĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩˆĘļ áĩƒ áĩĘģáĩ’Ę·âŋ áĩáĩƒâŋ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° áĩƒ ʷ⁹áķ áĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩƒ áķ áĩƒáĩâąËĄĘļâļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ⁹áĩ— Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áĩáĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒâŋ áķ áĩ’áĩ˜Ęģáĩ—áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ ËĒ⁹âŋáķœáĩ‰ áīĩ ËĒáĩƒĘ· ʰ⁹áĩâ€§ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áķœĘģĘļáĩ’âŧËĒËĄáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩ– Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ ËĒËĄáĩ’Ę·áĩ‰áĩˆ ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩƒáĩâąâŋáĩâļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę°áĩ‰ ËĄáĩ’áĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ‡áĩƒĘģáĩ‰ËĄĘļ áĩƒ áĩˆáĩƒĘļ áĩ’ËĄáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒâŋ Ę·Ę°áĩ‰âŋ Ę°áĩ‰ ËĄáĩ‰áķ áĩ—‧ áīīáĩ’Ę·áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģâļī ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩáĩ‰áĩˆ âŋáĩ’áĩ— Ęģ⁹áĩĘ°áĩ— áĩƒáĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— ʰ⁹áĩ; Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ âŋáĩ’áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩáĩƒâŋ áīĩ Ęģáĩ‰áĩáĩ‰áĩáĩ‡áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰áĩˆâ€§ áīī⁹ËĒ áĩ‰Ęļáĩ‰ËĒ Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ ËĄáĩ’ËĒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰âąĘģ ËĒáĩ–áĩƒĘģáĩâļī ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ˜áĩ—Ę° Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ ËĄáĩ’ËĒáĩ— ⁹áĩ—ËĒ ËĒ⁹áĩâŋáĩƒáĩ—áĩ˜Ęģáĩ‰ áĩĘģ⁹âŋ‧‧‧ áīŽâŋáĩˆ áīĩ áķœáĩƒâŋ’áĩ— ËĒáĩ—áĩ’áĩ– áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩâąâŋáĩ áĩƒáĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ—ĘģáĩƒâŋËĒáĩâąËĒËĒ⁹áĩ’âŋâļī Ęģáĩ‰áķœáĩ‰âąáĩ›áĩ‰áĩˆ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰âŋ áĩ–áĩƒâąâŋáķ áĩ˜ËĄ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ áĩƒáĩáĩ’‧ “áī°áĩ’âŋ’áĩ— áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— ⁹áĩ—” áīđĘļ áķ áĩƒáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩƒ áĩĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ— áĩáĩƒâŋâļī áīŪáĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ ⁹ËĒ âŋáĩ’áĩ— áĩĘļ áķ áĩƒáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ‧ – áķœĘģáĩ‰áĩˆâąáĩ—ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’â ˜ áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋËĒáĩ—⁹áķœáĩ
Spongebob's house _ |\/ \/| \ÂŊ\/ÂŊ\/ÂŊ/ ╱ÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊâ•ē _ /'X'X'X'|_|| |O'X'X'X|ÂŊÂŊ |'X.-.X'| \X'|*|O'/ ##/ÂŊ\## Squidward's house _____ | | /_____\ |ÂŊ|0| |0|ÂŊ| \_| /_\ |_/ / /ÂŊ\ \ |_|_|_| /===\ Patrick's house <╷< .─ÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊ─. / \ '──____──' / \ Krusty krab ._._. \###/ _ ╷╷ V __ ÂŊ|ÂŊ //ÂŊÂŊ──ÂŊÂŊÂŊ// \\ | ||[] [] O||##|| | ||.─.─.─.||##|| ' ''' ' ' ''' '' Chum bucket >ÂŊÂŊ< .─\_c/─. (_______) \ Chum / | Bucket| \ |ÂŊ| / â•đâ•đâ•đâ•đ Mr.Crabs's house __ .__(())__. \──|[]|──/ _ | | _ / \ | | / \ \ \|__|/ / ÂŊ─__||__─ÂŊ / \ Sandy's house ____ .ÂŊ─.─_ÂŊ. / {_ .} \_ | O )( //*\ ÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊÂŊ
“This Christmas feels like the very first Christmas to me! There’ll be shopping, decorating, and plenty of snow!“ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ðŸĪŠ 🎄 ðŸĪŠ 🎁 .
áīšáĩƒĘģĘģáĩƒáĩ—áĩ’Ęģ⠘ áīĩáĩ—'ËĒ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡'ËĒ áīļáĩ‰áĩáĩ‰âŋáĩˆáĩƒĘģĘļ áī°áĩƒâŋáķœáĩ‰ áīūáĩƒĘģáĩ—Ęļ! ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áīīáĩ‰Ęļ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ‡áĩ’áĩˆĘļ! áīĩáĩ—'ËĒ áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩˆáĩƒâŋáķœáĩ‰! áī°áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķœĘļáķœËĄáĩ’áĩ–ËĒ! [áĩ–áĩ˜ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ËĒ ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩ‰Ęļáĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—áĩ’ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‰Ęļáĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ—áĩƒĘģáĩ—ËĒ Ę·Ę°áĩ’áĩ’⁹âŋáĩ] áīūËĄáĩƒâŋáĩáĩ—áĩ’âŋ⠘ áīīáĩƒâŧĘ°áĩƒâļī áīĩ ˥⁹áĩáĩ‰ ⁹áĩ—‧ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áīšáĩ’Ę·âļī áĩˆáĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩ‰áĩƒ áĩáĩ’âŋËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ! [áĩ—áĩ˜ĘģâŋËĒ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ’ ËĒáĩ‰áĩƒ áĩáĩ’âŋËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ—áĩƒĘģáĩ—ËĒ Ęģáĩ’áĩƒĘģ⁹âŋáĩ] áīūáĩƒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áķœáĩâ ˜ áīžáĩ’Ę°! [áīūáĩƒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áķœáĩ Ę·áĩƒâŋáĩ—ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩˆáĩ’ áĩƒ ËĒáĩ‰áĩƒ áĩáĩ’âŋËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģâļī áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ‡Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩËĒ ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ‡áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ–áĩ’áĩ–ËĒ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ—] áīžĘ·! ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áīūáĩƒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áķœáĩâļī áĩƒĘģáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ’áĩáĩƒĘļ? áīūáĩƒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áķœáĩâ ˜ áīĩáĩ—'ËĒ Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áĩĘļ âŋáĩ‰Ę· áĩˆáĩƒâŋáķœáĩ‰ áĩáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰â€§ áīĩ áķœáĩƒËĄËĄ ⁹áĩ—‧‧‧ "áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę°áĩ’ĘģĘģ⁹áĩ‡ËĄáĩ‰ áĩâąËĒáĩ—áĩƒáĩáĩ‰â€§"
favorite(s) SpongeBob shipping Karendy — the ship between Sandy and Karen krabbob (spongebob x mr krabs) Larrick — the ship between Larry the Lobster and Patrick Star MR KRABS AND MRS PUFF + KRUFF PatBob(SpongeBobxPatrick) Plabs — the ship between Mr. Krabs and Sheldon Plankton Plankaren — the ship between Plankton and Karen PlankBob — the ship between SpongeBob and Sheldon Plankton Plankward — the ship between Plankton and Squidward Tentacles Sandrick — the ship between Patrick and Sandy Cheeks Spandrick Sandy Cheeks · Patrick Star Spandward — the ship between SpongeBob, Sandy Cheeks and Squidward Tentacles Spandy(SpongeBobxSandy) Squandy(Squidward vs Sandy) SquidBob(Squidward vs SpongeBob) SquidPatBob — the ship between SpongeBob, Squidward Tentacles and Patrick Star
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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "StÃĢbbing." Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went. The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered. Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops. My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying. One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?" I did. Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school. The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water. Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me: "He wasâ€Ķmy partnerâ€Ķmy soulmate." While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room. "Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?" She hesitated. "Honey, you know you can talk to me." She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy." My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant. Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said. My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cÃŧrsÊd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvÄąl child— I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lÄŊfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter. My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked. He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her houseâ€Ķher house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape." That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?" The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."
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The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker Author: Jan Harold Brunvand This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home. Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady. The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.
As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag
I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO June 7, 2017 @hellofinah You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken... After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. Cashier makes an odd remark to you: “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum. Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. “It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says. You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off. “Hello?” “Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.” “No problem, mum; I’ll be right overâ€Ķ”
-August 19, 2017 What seeing red looks like. EVERYONE LOVES THE FIRST DAY OF A NEW JOB, RIGHT? NEW COLLEAGUES, NEW FRIENDS. IT’S A DAY FULL OF POTENTIAL AND HOPE, BEFORE ALL THE DREARY DEPRESSIONS OF REALITY SHOW UP TO RUIN ALL THE FUN. I LIKE THE FIRST DAY OF WORK FOR A DIFFERENT REASON THOUGH. YOU SEE, I HAVE A SORT OF POWER. WHEN I LOOK A COLORED OUTLINE BASED ON HOW LONG THAT PERSON HAS TO LIVE. MOST EVERYONE I MEET AROUND MY AGE IS SURROUNDED BY A SOLID GREEN HUE, WHICH MEANS THEY HAVE PLENTY OF TIME LEFT, LIVING TO OLD AGE. A FAIR AMOUNT OF THEM HAVE A PEACH TINGE TO THEIR AURA WHICH TENDS TO MEAN A CANCER OR DEPRESSION. ANYTHING THAT TAKES PEOPLE“BEFORE THEIR TIME” AS THEY SAY. THE REAL FUN IS WHEN THE AURAS VENTURE INTO THE RED END OF THE SPECTRUM, THOUGH. EVERY NOW AND AGAIN I’LL SEE SOMEONE WHO’S BASICALLY THROBBING FADE. IT’S SUCH A RUSH TO SEE THEM AND KNOW THEIR TIME IS NUMBERED. WITH THAT IN MIND, I ALWAYS GET TO WORK VERY EARLY SO I CAN SCOUT OUT MY COLLEAGUES’ FATES. THE FIRST MAN WHO WALKED IN WAS BASICALLY RADIATING RED. TOO BAD, BRO. BUT AS PEOPLE KEPT WALKING IN, THEY ALL HAD THE SAME RAPIDLY FADING COLOR. I FINALLY CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY OWN REFLECTION, SUDDENLY PLUMMETING TO A RED LIKE THE OTHERS. OUR BOSS STEPPED IN SMILING AND LOCKED THE DOOR, HIS AURA A SICKENING SHADE OF GREEN... ZENRYHAO
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‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘MamÃĄâ€™ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! MamÃĄ loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘MamÃĄ!’ Come on! ‘MamÃĄ!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘MamÃĄ!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say MamÃĄ!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-pleaseâ€Ķ what do you want from me? Please, let me goâ€Ķ” My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
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ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áīžĘ°! áīžĘ°! áīŽĘ°Ę°! [ËĄáĩ’áĩ’áĩËĒ áĩƒËĄËĄ áĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’áķ áķ âąáķœáĩ‰] áīīáĩ‰Ęļâļī ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆâļī Ę°áĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áī·Ęģáĩƒáĩ‡áĩ‡Ęļ áīūáĩƒáĩ—áĩ—Ęļ ËĒáĩ‰áķœĘģáĩ‰áĩ— áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒ? [˥⁹áķ áĩ—ËĒ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩˆáĩ‰ËĒáĩ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩˆĘģáĩ’áĩ–ËĒ ⁹áĩ—] áīžĘ°Ę°! [áĩ–áĩ˜ËĄËĄËĒ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģâŋáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—Ę°] áīĩ áĩ–áĩ˜áĩ— ⁹áĩ— Ęģ⁹áĩĘ°áĩ— Ę°áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ ⁹âŋ áĩ—ʰ⁹ËĒ áķœâąĘģáķœáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒĘģ áķ âąËĄáĩ‰ áķœáĩƒáĩ‡âąâŋáĩ‰áĩ—‧ ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆâ ˜ áĩ€Ę°áĩƒáĩ—'ËĒ áĩƒ áĩ—ĘģáĩƒËĒĘ° áķœáĩƒâŋâļī Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ âŋ⁹áĩ—ʷ⁹áĩ—‧ [ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡ ËĄáĩ’áĩ’áĩËĒ áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ⁹áĩ—áĩ‰áĩ áķœËĄáĩ’ËĒáĩ‰Ęģ ʷʰ⁹˥áĩ‰ ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆ ËĒ⁹áĩ—ËĒ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— ËĒáĩ˜áĩˆáĩˆáĩ‰âŋËĄĘļ áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ËĒ ËĒáķœáĩƒĘģáĩ‰áĩˆ] áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒ?! [áķœáĩ˜áĩ—ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰áĩ ËĄáĩ’áĩ’áĩâąâŋáĩ áķ áĩ’Ęģ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ—ËĒ⁹áĩˆáĩ‰] áķ áĩƒáķœáĩ‰ ⁹áĩ—âļī ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â€§ [áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ËĒ áĩ—ĘģáĩƒËĒĘ° áĩ—Ę°Ęģáĩ’Ę·âŋ ⁹âŋ ʰ⁹ËĒ áķ áĩƒáķœáĩ‰] áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒâ€” ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áī°áĩ’âŋ'áĩ— ËĒáĩƒĘļ ⁹áĩ—! ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆâ ˜ áīĩËĒ áĩáĩ’âŋáĩ‰â€§ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ [áĩ—áĩ‰áĩƒĘģĘļâŧáĩ‰Ęļáĩ‰áĩˆ] áīžĘ°âļī áīĩ áĩƒËĒáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ âŋáĩ’áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ ËĒáĩƒĘļ ⁹áĩ—‧‧‧ [áķœĘģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ áĩƒ áķ áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩ—áĩƒâąâŋ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—áĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ] áĩ‚Ę°Ęļ Ę·áĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰âŋ áĩˆáĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ—? ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆâ ˜ [áķœáĩ’áĩáķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ—ËĒ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡] áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áĩ’âŋ‧ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ áīŽĘ°Ę°! [áķ áĩƒËĄËĄËĒ áĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ; Ę°áĩ‰ áĩáĩƒËĒáĩ–ËĒ] áĩ‚Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩƒĘģáĩ‰ Ę·áĩ‰ áĩáĩ’âŋâŋáĩƒ áĩˆáĩ’? ᔆá‘Ŧáĩ˜âąáĩˆĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩˆâ ˜ [áĩĘģáĩƒáĩ‡ËĒ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ‡Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ËĒ ⁹âŋ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ’áķ  ʰ⁹áĩ ˥⁹áĩáĩ‰ Ę°áĩ‰'ËĒ áĩƒ áĩ–áĩƒáĩ–áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ‡áĩƒáĩâ€§] áīžáĩáĩƒĘļ‧ áīŽËĄËĄ Ęģ⁹áĩĘ°áĩ—‧ áĩ‚áĩ‰'ËĄËĄ Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áĩ–Ęģáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ‰âŋáĩˆ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ'ËĒ âŋáĩ’ĘģáĩáĩƒËĄâ€§ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰âŋ Ę·áĩ‰'ËĄËĄ ËĒáĩ—áĩ‰áĩƒËĄ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩáĩ˜ËĄáĩƒ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ! Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘ°!
Tinder is completely useless, and I don't have a single match. If I don't find another way to start a campfire tonight, I'll freeze to death. (tumblr) ðŸ–Ī
❞ⓈⓟⓞⓝⓖⓔⒷⓞⓑ, â“Ļⓞâ“Ī ⓘⓓⓘⓞâ“Ģ, â“Ļⓞâ“Ī❜ⓡⓔ ⓐ ⓖⓔⓝⓘâ“Īâ“Ē❕❞ ~ Ⓢⓗⓔⓛⓓⓞⓝ Ⓟⓛⓐⓝⓚâ“Ģⓞⓝ
â˜Ē;;❝ВUÐĒ ÐĒНEÉī YOU ЅНOWED МE Ō’RΙEÉīDЅНΙP! ÐĒНΑÐĒ'Ѕ ΑLL Ι REΑLLY WΑÉīÐĒED!❞ â― ËĒáĩ–áĩ’áķ°áĩáĩ‰áĩ‡áĩ’áĩ‡ âū
https://www.reddit.com/r/FullEpisodesOfSB/comments/1651tuc/comment/jybjno5/
áīŋáĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰ËĄ áķ âąáķ áĩ—áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋĘ°áĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒâŧáķœĘģáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩ–ĘļËĒáĩ—áĩ’Ęģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ⠘ áīđĘļ áīģĘģáĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩáĩƒ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩƒ Ę°áĩ’áĩƒĘģáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģ‧ áīĩ áĩƒËĄĘ·áĩƒĘļËĒ áĩâŋáĩ‰Ę· ⁹áĩ— Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩƒ áĩáĩ‰âŋáĩ—áĩƒËĄ áĩˆâąËĒáĩ‰áĩƒËĒáĩ‰ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ áĩ—Ęģáĩ’áĩ˜áĩ‡ËĄáĩ‰ áĩˆáĩ‰áĩƒËĄâąâŋáĩ ʷ⁹áĩ—ʰ‧ ĘļáĩƒĘģáĩˆ ËĒáĩƒËĄáĩ‰ËĒ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļ Ę·áĩ‰áĩ‰áĩáĩ‰âŋáĩˆâ€§ áīģáĩ’áĩ’áĩˆĘ·âąËĄËĄ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļ áĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩˆáĩƒĘļ‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĒ âŋáĩ’áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ âŋáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩˆáĩ‰áĩˆâļī áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— âŋáĩ’áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆâŋ’áĩ— áĩ‡áĩ˜Ęļ‧ áīąáĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļ áķœĘ°Ęģ⁹ËĒáĩ—áĩáĩƒËĒ áĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ–Ęģáĩ‰ËĒáĩ‰âŋáĩ—ËĒ Ę·áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— Ę·áĩ‰âąĘģáĩˆ áķœáĩ’ËĄËĄáĩ‰áķœáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋËĒ áĩ’áķ  Ęēáĩ˜âŋáĩ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ áĩ–⁹áķœáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ˜áĩ–‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰âŋ áĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áķœáĩ’áĩ˜ËĒ⁹âŋâļī áīŋáĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰ËĄâļī Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩâąáĩˆâŋáĩƒáĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰áĩˆâ€§ áīŋáĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰ËĄ Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ ˥⁹áĩ›áĩ‰áĩˆ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° áīģĘģáĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩáĩƒâļī ËĒáĩ’ áĩ—ʰ⁹ËĒ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩƒ Ę°áĩ˜áĩáĩ‰ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩĘļ áīģĘģáĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩáĩƒâ€™ËĒ áĩáĩ‰âŋáĩ—áĩƒËĄ Ę°áĩ‰áĩƒËĄáĩ—Ę° áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ˜áĩ‡ËĒáĩ‰á‘Ŧáĩ˜áĩ‰âŋáĩ—ËĄĘļâļī Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ Ę°áĩ’áĩƒĘģáĩˆâąâŋáĩâ€§ áīĩáĩ— áĩáĩ’áĩ— ËĒáĩ’ áĩáĩ˜áķœĘ° Ę·áĩ’ĘģËĒáĩ‰â€§ áĩ‚Ę°áĩ‰âŋ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ Ę·áĩƒËĄáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ’ Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰âļī Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ Ę·áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒËĄáĩâąâŋáĩ áĩ˜áĩ– áĩƒâŋ ⁹âŋáķœËĄâąâŋáĩ‰ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—Ęģ⁹âŋáĩáĩ‰áĩ—ËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę°áĩƒËĄáķ  áĩ‡Ęģáĩ’áĩáĩ‰âŋ áĩ—áĩ’ĘļËĒ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— âŋáĩ’ áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ Ę·áĩƒâŋáĩ—áĩ‰áĩˆâ€§ áīģĘģáĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩáĩƒ áĩáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģâŋáĩ‰áĩˆ áīŋáĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰ËĄâļī áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— Ę·áĩ‰ âŋáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ áĩˆâąáĩˆ áķ âąâŋáĩˆ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— Ę·Ę°áĩ’ áĩ—áĩ’áĩ’áĩ Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ‧ áĩ‚Ę°áĩ‰âŋ áīģĘģáĩƒâŋáĩˆáĩáĩƒ áĩˆâąáĩ‰áĩˆ ËĄáĩƒËĒáĩ— Ę·áĩ‰áĩ‰áĩâļī áĩĘļ áĩáĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áīĩ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ—áĩƒËĒáĩ áĩ’áķ  áķœËĄáĩ‰áĩƒĘģ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ’ËĄáĩˆ Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰â€§ áĩâŋáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģâŋáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—Ę° áĩƒËĄËĄ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ęēáĩ˜âŋáĩâļī Ę·áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆ áĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ âī áĩƒâŋ⁹áĩáĩƒËĄ ËĒáĩáĩ‰ËĄáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ’âŋËĒ‧ áīđ⁹áķœáĩ‰âļī áķœáĩƒáĩ—ËĒâļī áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰âŋ Ę·Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áķœáĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆ Ę°áĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ‰âąáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áĩƒ ËĒáĩáĩƒËĄËĄ áĩˆáĩ’áĩ áĩ’Ęģ áĩƒ Ęģáĩƒáķœáķœáĩ’áĩ’âŋ‧ áīąáĩ›áĩ‰âŋ áķ áĩ˜Ęģáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģâļī Ę·áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ‰ËĄËĒáĩ‰âļī ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ—áĩ‰ĘģĘģ⁹áķ Ęļ⁹âŋáĩâ€§ áīŋáĩƒáķœĘ°áĩ‰ËĄâ€§ – áķœĘģáĩ‰áĩˆâąáĩ—ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’â ˜ áĩĘģËĒĘ°áĩƒâŋâŋ
Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dÄąe. They hung him, and left before he was even deᾀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paÄąn and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 hr. ago jesth857 I Watched As My Son Slowly Turned Blue After Tasting My Food From DoorDash Will they ever stop trying to poison me?
TʀáīœÉīáī‹-áīĘ€-Tʀáī‡áī€áī› /sʜáīĘ€áī›sáī„áī€Ę€Ęsáī›áīĘ€ÉŠáī‡s GáīœĘAáīĄáī‹s TʀáīœÉīáī‹-áīĘ€-Tʀáī‡áī€áī› “Is áī›ĘœÉŠs ʏáīáīœĘ€ Ō“ÉŠĘ€sáī› áī›ÉŠáīáī‡ áī›Ę€áīœÉīáī‹-áīĘ€-áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ, Jáī€Éīáī‡áī›? Yáīáīœ áī€Éīáī… ʏáīáīœĘ€ sáīÉī Eáī…áī…ʏ áī€Ę€áī‡ ÉĒáīÉīÉīáī€ ʟáīáī áī‡ ÉŠáī›!” Mʏ Éīáī‡ÉŠÉĒʜʙáīáīœĘ€ Yáī áī‡áī›áī›áī‡ ʙáī‡áī€áīs áīĄĘœÉŠĘŸáī‡ áī€áī…áī…ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›Ęœáī‡ Ō“ÉŠÉīÉŠsʜɩÉīÉĒ áī›áīáīœáī„Ęœáī‡s áī›áī áī›Ęœáī‡ áī„áīĘ™áīĄáī‡Ę™s ÉŠÉī ʜáī‡Ę€ áīÉŠÉīÉŠáī áī€Éī’s áī…ÉŠsáī˜ĘŸáī€Ę. Aʟʟ áī€Ę€áīáīœÉīáī… áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áī€Ę€áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ ʟáīáī› ÉŠs áī€ sáī‡áī€ áīŌ“ sÉŠáīÉŠĘŸáī€Ę€ Háī€ĘŸĘŸáīáīĄáī‡áī‡Éī áī…áī‡áī„áīĘ€ ÉŠÉī áī„áī€Ę€ ʙáīáīáī›s, áī‡áī€áī„Ęœ áī€s áī…áī‡áī›áī€ÉŠĘŸáī‡áī… áī€s ʜáī‡Ę€s. “Yáī‡s” I áī€ÉīsáīĄáī‡Ę€, áī€áī…áīŠáīœsáī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›Ęœáī‡ ÉĒʜáīsáī› áī…ÉŠsáī˜ĘŸáī€Ę ÉŠÉī áīĘ áīáīĄÉī áī„áī€Ę€ áī›Ę€áīœÉīáī‹. “Mʏ Ō“áī€áīÉŠĘŸĘ áīŠáīœsáī› áīáīáī áī‡áī… ʜáī‡Ę€áī‡ Ō“Ę€áīáī áī›Ęœáī‡ áī„ÉŠáī›Ę.” “Oʜ ÉŠáī›â€™s sáī áīáīœáī„Ęœ áīáīĘ€áī‡ áī„áīÉīáī áī‡ÉīÉŠáī‡Éīáī› áī›Ęœáī€Éī áī›Ę€ÉŠáī„áī‹-áīĘ€-áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ. IÉīsáī›áī‡áī€áī… áīŌ“ áī›áī€áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ ʏáīáīœĘ€ áī‹ÉŠáī…s áī…áīáīĘ€-áī›áī-áī…áīáīĘ€ áī„áīĘŸĘŸáī‡áī„áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī„áī€Éīáī…ʏ, ʜáī‡Ę€áī‡ áīĄáī‡ áīŠáīœsáī› áī˜áī€Ę€áī‹ áīáīœĘ€ áī„áī€Ę€s ÉŠÉī áī€ ʟáīáī„áī€ĘŸ áī„ĘœáīœĘ€áī„Ęœ áī˜áī€Ę€áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ ʟáīáī› áī€Éīáī… áī„áīĘŸĘŸáī‡áī„áī› áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›s Ō“Ę€áīáī áī›Ęœáī‡ áīáī˜áī‡Éī áī›Ę€áīœÉīáī‹s. LÉŠŌ“áī‡â€™s áī€ĘŸĘŸ áī€Ę™áīáīœáī› áī€áī…áī€áī˜áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ.” Eáī…áī…ʏ ʙáīĘ™s ÉŠÉī áī‡xáī„ÉŠáī›áī‡áīáī‡Éīáī› ÉŠÉī ʜɩs áīáīÉīsáī›áī‡Ę€ áī„áīsáī›áīœáīáī‡. Eáī€ÉĒáī‡Ę€, ʜáī‡ sáī‡áī›s áīŌ“Ō“ ʀáīœÉīÉīÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›áīáīĄáī€Ę€áī…s áī›Ęœáī‡ sáī˜áīáīáī‹ÉŠĘŸĘ áī…áī‡áī„áīĘ€áī€áī›áī‡áī… áīÉŠÉīÉŠáī áī€Éīs áī€Éīáī… áī‹ÉŠáī…s ʟɩÉīÉŠÉīÉĒ áīœáī˜ Ō“áīĘ€ áī„áī€Éīáī…ʏ. “Tʜɩs áī…áīáī‡s sáī‡áī‡áī Ō“áīœÉī Ō“áīĘ€ áī›Ęœáī‡ áī‹ÉŠáī…s, Yáī áī‡áī›áī›áī‡â€ I áī›áī‡ĘŸĘŸ áīĘ Éīáī‡ÉŠÉĒʜʙáīáīœĘ€ áīĄĘœÉŠĘŸsáī› sʜáī‡ áī˜áī€ssáī‡s áīáīœáī› áī„Ęœáīáī„áīĘŸáī€áī›áī‡s. “Báīœáī› ʜáīáīĄ sáī€Ō“áī‡ ÉŠs áī›ĘœÉŠs? WÉŠáī›Ęœ áī€ĘŸĘŸ áī›Ęœáī‡sáī‡ sáī›Ę€áī€ÉīÉĒáī‡Ę€s’ áī„áī€Ę€sâ€Ķ” “HáīÉīáī‡Ę, áī›Ę€áīœÉīáī‹-áīĘ€-áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ ÉŠs áīáīœáī„Ęœ sáī€Ō“áī‡Ę€ áī›Ęœáī€Éī áī›Ę€ÉŠáī„áī‹-áīĘ€- áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ!” sʜáī‡ ʀáī‡áī€ssáīœĘ€áī‡s áīáī‡. Sáīœáī…áī…áī‡Éīʟʏ, I ʜáī‡áī€Ę€ áī›Ęœáī‡ sáīáīœÉīáī… áīŌ“ áī€ áī„áī€Ę€ ʙáīáīáī› sʟáī€áīáīÉŠÉīÉĒ sʜáīœáī› áī€Éīáī… áī€Éī áī‡ÉīÉĒÉŠÉīáī‡ ʀáīáī€Ę€ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›áī ʟɩŌ“áī‡. Tʜáī‡ ʙʟáī€áī„áī‹ SUV áī€áī› áī›Ęœáī‡ áī‡Éīáī… áīŌ“ áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áī€Ę€áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ ʟáīáī› ÉŠáīáīáī‡áī…ÉŠáī€áī›áī‡ĘŸĘ ʙáī‡ÉĒÉŠÉīs ʀáī€áī„ÉŠÉīÉĒ áīáīœáī› áīŌ“ áī›Ęœáī‡ ʙáī€Ę. Eáī…áī…ʏ ÉŠs ÉīáīáīĄĘœáī‡Ę€áī‡ áī›áī ʙáī‡ sáī‡áī‡Éī. “Háī‡Ę!” I sáī„Ę€áī‡áī€áī. Eáī áī‡Ę€ĘáīÉīáī‡ sáī˜ÉŠÉīs ÉŠÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ áī…ÉŠĘ€áī‡áī„áī›ÉŠáīÉī I’áī áī˜áīÉŠÉīáī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ ÉŠÉī áī›áī sáī‡áī‡ áī›Ęœáī‡ SUV áīĄÉŠáī›Ęœ áī›ÉŠÉīáī›áī‡áī… áīĄÉŠÉīáī…áīáīĄs áī‡Ę€Ę€áī€áī›ÉŠáī„áī€ĘŸĘŸĘ áī˜áīœĘŸĘŸÉŠÉīÉĒ áīáīœáī›. WÉŠáī›Ęœ áī€ sáī„Ę€áī‡áī‡áī„Ęœ ÉŠáī› ÉĒáīáī‡s áī›áī‡áī€Ę€ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī˜áī€sáī› áīœs. Aáī› áīÉīáī„áī‡, áī€ĘŸĘŸ áī›Ęœáī‡ áī›Ę€áīœÉīáī‹-áīĘ€-áī›Ę€áī‡áī€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī˜áī€Ę€áī‡Éīáī›s ʙáī‡ÉĒÉŠÉī sʜáīáīœáī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī€Éīáī… ÉĒÉŠáī ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī„Ęœáī€sáī‡ áī›áī áī›Ęœáī‡ áīĘsáī›áī‡Ę€ÉŠáīáīœs áī áī€Éī áī€s ÉŠáī› Ō“ĘŸáī‡áī‡s, áī€ĘŸĘŸ áīĄĘœÉŠĘŸsáī› Ō“Ę€áī€Éīáī›ÉŠáī„áī€ĘŸĘŸĘ áī„Ęœáī‡áī„áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī›Ęœáī€áī› áī›Ęœáī‡ÉŠĘ€ áī„ĘœÉŠĘŸáī…Ę€áī‡Éī áī€Ę€áī‡ sáī€Ō“áī‡. “Is áī€ÉīʏáīÉīáī‡ áīÉŠssÉŠÉīÉĒ?!” AáīÉŠáī…sáī› áī€ĘŸĘŸ áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áī€ÉīÉŠáī„áī‹ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī„Ęœáī€áīs, I Éīáīáī›ÉŠáī„áī‡ Eáī…áī…ʏ ʀáīœÉīÉīÉŠÉīÉĒ áīœáī˜ áī›áī áīáī‡. I ʀáī‡áī€áī„Ęœ áī…áīáīĄÉī ÉŠÉī ʀáī‡ĘŸÉŠáī‡Ō“ áī€Éīáī… ÉĒÉŠáī áī‡ ʜɩáī áī€ ʙɩÉĒ ʜáīœÉĒ. “Aʟʟ áī…áīÉīáī‡â€”Éīáī áīÉīáī‡ Éīáīáī›ÉŠáī„áī‡áī… áī€ áī›ĘœÉŠÉīÉĒ” ʜáī‡ áīĄĘœÉŠsáī˜áī‡Ę€s áī›áī áīáī‡ Ō“ÉŠáī‡Éīáī…ÉŠsʜʟʏ. I sáīÉŠĘŸáī‡ áī€ Ō“ÉŠáī‡Éīáī…ÉŠsʜ sáīÉŠĘŸáī‡ ʙáī€áī„áī‹. Tʜáī€áī› áī…áī‡áī˜áī€Ę€áī›ÉŠÉīÉĒ áī áī€Éī, áī…ʀɊáī áī‡Éī ʙʏ áīĘ ʜáīœsʙáī€Éīáī…, áīĄáī€s áī›Ęœáī‡ áī˜áī‡Ę€Ō“áī‡áī„áī› áī…ÉŠsáī›Ę€áī€áī„áī›ÉŠáīÉī. Iáī› ʟáī‡Ō“áī› áīĘ sáīÉī áīŠáīœsáī› áī‡ÉīáīáīœÉĒʜ áī›ÉŠáīáī‡ áī›áī áī„Ę€áī€áīĄĘŸ áīœÉīáī…áī‡Ę€ áī‡áī€áī„Ęœ áīŌ“ áī›Ęœáī‡ áī„áī€Ę€s áī˜áī€Ę€áī‹áī‡áī… ÉŠÉī áī›Ęœáī‡ ʟáīáī› áī€Éīáī… áī„áīœáī› áī›Ęœáī‡ÉŠĘ€ ʙʀáī€áī‹áī‡ ʟɩÉīáī‡s. TáīÉīÉŠÉĒʜáī›, áīĄĘœáī‡Éī áī‡áī€áī„Ęœ áīŌ“ áī›Ęœáī‡sáī‡ ʜáī‡ĘŸáī˜ĘŸáī‡ss Ō“áī€áīÉŠĘŸÉŠáī‡s áī…ʀɊáī áī‡ ʜáīáīáī‡ áī›Ęœáī‡Ęâ€™ĘŸĘŸ Ō“ÉŠÉīáī… áī›Ęœáī‡áīsáī‡ĘŸáī áī‡s sáīáī€sʜɩÉīÉĒ ÉŠÉīáī›áī áī›Ę€áī‡áī‡s ÉŠÉīsáī›áī‡áī€áī… áīŌ“ áī…ÉŠÉĒÉĒÉŠÉīÉĒ ÉŠÉīáī›áī sáīĄáī‡áī‡áī›s.
áīŪáīĩáīŋáĩ€áīīáī°áīŽĘļ áķœáīŽáīšáī°áīļáīąá”† áĩ‡Ęļ Ęģáĩ‰áĩˆáĩˆâąáĩ— áĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰Ęģ áķŧáĩ‰âŋĘģĘļĘ°áĩƒáĩ’ áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļ áĩ—Ęģ⁹áĩ‰áĩˆ ʰ⁹ËĒ Ę°áĩƒĘģáĩˆáĩ‰ËĒáĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡ËĄáĩ’Ę· áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ âąáķ áĩ—áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áķ ËĄâąáķœáĩáĩ‰Ęģ⁹âŋáĩ áķœáĩƒâŋáĩˆËĄáĩ‰ËĒ‧ áīīáĩ‰ Ę°áĩ˜áķ áķ áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ–áĩ˜áķ áķ áĩ‰áĩˆâ€§â€§â€§áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ âŋáĩ’ áĩƒáĩ›áĩƒâąËĄâ€§ áīīáĩ‰ áĩËĄáĩƒâŋáķœáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒáĩ— ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ Ę·Ę°áĩ’ Ę°áĩƒáĩˆ ËĒáĩ–áĩ‰âŋáĩ— Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩƒáĩáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩƒáĩ˜áĩ—⁹áķ áĩ˜ËĄ áķœáĩƒáĩáĩ‰âļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ‰ËĢáĩ–Ęģáĩ‰ËĒËĒ⁹áĩ’âŋ áĩáĩƒáĩˆáĩ‰ ʰ⁹áĩ áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰ËĄ áĩ˜âŋáĩ‡áĩ‰áĩƒĘģáĩƒáĩ‡ËĄĘļ áĩáĩ˜âąËĄáĩ—Ęļ‧ áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļ'ËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩƒĘģáĩ‰áĩˆ ËĒáĩƒáĩˆËĄĘļ áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ˜âŋĘļ⁹áĩ‰ËĄáĩˆâąâŋáĩ áķ ËĄáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩ‡áĩƒĘģáĩ‰ËĄĘļ áķ áĩƒËĄáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰áĩˆ ⁹âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩƒáķœáĩ‰ áĩ’áķ  áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļ'ËĒ áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰áĩ‡ËĄáĩ‰ áĩƒáĩ—áĩ—áĩ‰áĩáĩ–áĩ—ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ–áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰áĩ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ—‧ ᔆʰáĩ‰ áĩ‡ËĄâąâŋáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒ áķ áĩ‰Ę· áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰ËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķ âąĘģËĒáĩ— áĩ—áĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ ËĒáĩ—áĩƒĘģáĩ—áĩ‰áĩˆ áķ áĩƒËĄËĄâąâŋáĩ áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áķ áĩƒáķœáĩ‰â€§ áĩ‚ʰ⁹ËĒáĩ–áĩ‰Ęģ⁹âŋáĩ "áīīáĩƒáĩ–áĩ–Ęļ áīŪ⁹Ęģáĩ—Ę°áĩˆáĩƒĘļ áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļâļī" ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ áĩ‡ËĄáĩ‰Ę· áĩƒ áĩáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áĩ’áķ  ʷ⁹âŋáĩˆ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩˆáĩƒâŋáķœâąâŋáĩ ˥⁹áĩĘ°áĩ—ËĒ áĩˆâąËĒËĒ⁹áĩ–áĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰áĩˆ ⁹âŋ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ–áĩ˜áķ áķ ËĒ áĩ’áķ  ËĒáĩáĩ’áĩáĩ‰â€§ áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļ áĩˆâąáĩˆâŋ'áĩ— áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩ‰ĘģËĒáĩ—áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę·Ę°Ęļ Ę°áĩ‰ áķœáĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆâŋ'áĩ— áĩˆáĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ—‧ áīĩáĩ— Ę°áĩƒáĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰âŋËĒ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļ Ęļáĩ‰áĩƒĘģ; ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ‡áĩƒáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒ áĩ–áĩ‰Ęģáķ áĩ‰áķœáĩ— áķœáĩƒáĩáĩ‰âļī Ę°áĩ‰ áķ áĩƒâąËĄáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡ËĄáĩ’Ę· áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķœáĩƒâŋáĩˆËĄáĩ‰ËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ áķœĘģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ‧ áĩ€Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’âŋËĄĘļ áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áķœĘ°áĩƒâŋáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ Ę·áĩƒËĒ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ âŋáĩ˜áĩáĩ‡áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ’áķ  áķœáĩƒâŋáĩˆËĄáĩ‰ËĒ‧ áĩ€âąáĩáĩĘļ Ę·áĩ‰âŋáĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ áĩáĩ’ Ę°áĩ˜áĩ ʰ⁹ËĒ áĩáĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ‧‧‧áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—áĩ’ âŋáĩ’ áĩƒáĩ›áĩƒâąËĄâ€§ áīīáĩ‰ áĩáĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰ËĄĘļ áĩˆĘģ⁹áķ áĩ—áĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ—Ę°Ęģáĩ’áĩ˜áĩĘ° Ę°áĩ‰Ęģâļī áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę°áĩ‰ áĩˆâąáĩˆâŋ'áĩ— áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩ‰ĘģËĒáĩ—áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩ‰âąáĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęģ‧
THE DAYĖīĖ„Ė‰Í†ĖĖ‹ÍŒĖĖˆĖˆĖąĖ­Ė§ĖŊĖđĖ—ĖĨĖŽĖŽĖ­Ė  Ė·ÍĖ―͂ĖƒÍ’Ė‚́ĖŠÍ—Í‚Ė”Ėđ͕Ė˜Í–TĖļ͛ĖŠHAĖļ͛Ė…Ė‰Í„ĖˆĖŽÍÍÍŽÍ…͉ĖšÍ‡Í…T ĖļĖŠÍ‘͆͊͝ĖÍ’͝Ė•Í€Ė‰Ė―͎ĖĢĖ™Í”͉͕Ė™Í‰ĖĐĖĶ͈ĖĄĖ˜ÍˆKĖķĖ‚ĖĖ†Í‚ĖŽĖŒĖ…Í’Ė˜Ė§Ė§ÍšĖ˜Í–Ė­Í“ĖĻ͇ĖŽĖēĖđĖĄĖĐRĖķĖ‘Ėē͚͈͓ĖĄĖŠĖ˜Ė—ĖŽĖŠĖŠÍšĖđ͈AĖļĖ‚Ė”BS ĖīĖĖÍ‚͛̈́ĖƒĖū͊Ė‰ÍƒĖ…Ė‹ĖĖ°Í“͍ĖĖŊĖĨĖĪĖĒ͈Ė–ĖŠĖĻĖđFĖī̀ĖƒÍ€Ė•ÍÍ’Ė―͆ĖŧĖģ͚͖ĖžĖĪ͍ĖĨĖŦĖĪRĖļĖƒĖ•Í€ĖŽĖˆĖŒĖIEĖļ̈́͋Ė‹Ė†ĖĄĖĢĖĶĖđĖĪĖžÍ‰Í•Í™Ė—Ė ĖĪĖžĖ–ĖŽSĖīĖ―͍͉͙ͅĖŧ͉ĖžĖĐĖŊĖĻ͕
The End From Redditor u/MrCookieCutter: For the first time in recorded history, no humans died today. Granted, that's because the last one died yesterday.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago LifeIsContrast I ÍĻÍŠĖžjĖąÍ‰umpeĖĖždĖŠĖ froĖžĖœmĖĖē the edÍŦĖ€Ė°gĖ‡ÍŠe͐ĖĐ andÍ­ĖÍ Ėṻ͉́plĖ‚Í–Í“uÍĐĖ‹Í‡nĖĖ”gĖŊedÍĶ͓͎͂ tĖ…Ė€ĖđoĖđ͇wĖ†ards thÍĪe d͛ÍĪ͎eĖŽĖ°pĖ‚Í”tĖŧh̓ÍŦĖŸs͊Ė‘Ė˜ĖĐ.͓Ė°.ͭ͐Ė°.Ė‘.Ė­ pĖ’Í’Í”ĖŧĖĨĖŪlĖšÍĖ‚Ė—Í™ĖĶĖĐĖŠĖŠÍ™ĖŊeĖ†ĖŽĖŋĖŠÍŠÍ‹Í„Í’Ė‘ĖŧĖĖģĖĢ͈͖ĖžaÍŪĖŒÍ†Ė‡Ėū͚ĖĢĖđsĖÍ‘Ė‹Ė Ė˜Ė°Í™Ė°eĖŠĖ‚͌͐ĖÍ‘Ė‚͇Ė°Ėģ͓ĖĨ,Ė‰ÍŊĖ’ÍĪ͚ͮĖ˜Ėœ ͧ͒ÍŊ͒ÍĻ͗Ė‰Ė–Ė­ĖēĖŸĖĨ͍Ėđ͎FĖŒĖ‡Í‘ÍĢĖ­ÍŽIĖ‘ĖƒÍĨÍĨͧĖ°NĖŽĖ“Í—Ė—Ė°DĖ‚ĖŋÍĻĖĖ‰ÍÍ“Ė ÍŽ ̓ĖšĖ†Í’Ė”Í­Ė†ÍŊĖ˜ĖĪĖĪĖ Ė˜ĖšĖžÍ–ĖĐMĖÍĶĖ€Ė‘ĖēĖŦĖ™Í™EÍŊĖĖšĖšĖ—͈ĖĢĖđ ͧ͌ͭĖŒĖŋÍĐĖŽĖĪ͎ĖŠÍ”ĖĪĖĪĖŊA͒ĖŒÍŠÍŽĖ—͉͕ĖŊĖēĖĪ͓NÍŊĖˆĖŽÍŒÍŠÍ’ĖŦĖĨ͎D͆Ė ĖŽĖŪ ÍĐ͒ĖŽÍ‡ĖŦĖ KÍĪ̈́Ėŋ͒ͧĖ―ĖÍĪĖžÍ…Í•Ė™ĖŪĖŦ͇͎͉IĖ’Í—ÍĨ͉LĖ†ÍŊĖŽĖ―Ė‘͍ĖĪ͚͖͚LĖūÍŊĖšÍ„Í“ĖĢ͎Ė— ̈́ÍĢĖ‚Ė“Ė†Ė‚Ė‹ÍĪÍŦĖĢ͎ĖąĖŠĖÍ‰MÍĐ͗͋ÍĢÍŦĖ™Ė™ĖžEĖ”ĖŒÍ‘ĖŠĖŪ!ĖūͅĖģĖ–͉ͅĖš
Adyghe: ÐĄÐŋÐ°Ð―Ņ‡ Ð‘Ð°Ðą Amharic: áˆĩፐንጅá‰Ķá‰Ĩ áˆĩኰይርፓንá‰ĩáˆĩ Azerbaijani: SÞngər Bob Kvadrat Şalvar Bosnian: SpuÅūva Bob Skockani Català: Bob Esponja ČeÅĄtina: Spongebob v kalhotÃĄch Cymraeg: SpynjBob PantsgwÃĒr Dansk: SvampeBob Firkant Deutsch: SpongeBob Schwammkopf English: SpongeBob SquarePants EspaÃąol: Bob Esponja Françaisâ€Ŋ: Bob l'ÃĐponge Íslenska: Svampur Sveinsson Italiano: SpongeBob Magyar: SpongyaBob KockanadrÃĄg Norsk bokmÃĨl: Svampebob Firkant Polski: SpongeBob Kanciastoporty PortuguÊs do Brasil: Bob Esponja Calça Quadrada RomÃĒnă: Buretele Bob Pantaloni Pătrați SlovenÅĄÄina: SpuÅūi Kvadratnik Suomi: Paavo Pesusieni Svenska: Svampbob Fyrkant TÞrkçe: SÞngerBob KareŞort ΕÎŧÎŧÎ·Î―ÎđΚΎ: ΜπÎŋΞπ ÎĢφÎŋυÎģÎģÎąÏÎŽÎšÎ·Ï‚ МаКÐĩÐīÐūÐ―ŅÐšÐļ: ÐĄŅƒÐ―Ņ“ÐĩŅ€ÐūŅ‚ БÐūÐą ÐŸÐ°Ð―Ņ‚аÐŧÐūÐ―ÐūÐēŅÐšÐļ РŅƒŅŅÐšÐļÐđ: ГŅƒÐąÐšÐ° БÐūÐą КÐēаÐīŅ€Ð°Ņ‚Ð―Ņ‹Ðĩ ÐĻŅ‚Ð°Ð―Ņ‹ ÐĄŅ€ÐŋŅÐšÐļ / srpski: ÐĄŅƒÐ―Ņ’ÐĩŅ€ БÐūÐą КÐūŅ†ÐšÐ°ÐŧÐūÐ―Ðĩ āĪđāĪŋāĪĻāĨāĪĶāĨ€ : āĪļāĨāĪŠāĪ‚āĪœ āĪŽāĨ‰āĪŽ āĪļāĨāĪ•āĨāĪĩāĪūāĪŊāĪ° āĪŠāĨˆāĪ‚āĪŸ āđ„āļ—āļĒ: āļŠāļžāļąāļ™āļˆāđŒāļšāđ‡āļ­āļš āļŠāđāļ„āļ§āļĢāđŒāđāļžāļ™āļŠāđŒ 한ęĩ­ė–ī: ėŠĪ폰ė§€ë°Ĩ ë„ĪëŠĻ바ė§€ æ—ĨæœŽčŠžïžš ã‚đポãƒģã‚ļãƒŧボブ äļ­æ–‡ïžˆįŪ€ä―“ æĩ·įŧĩåŪåŪ äļ­æ–‡ïžˆįđéŦ” æĩ·įķŋåŊķåŊķ įēĩčŠžïžš æĩ·įķŋåŊķåŊķ Ũ™Ũ™ÖīŨ“Ũ™ŨĐ : ŨĄŨĪÖžŨÖļŨ Ũ“Ũ–ŨĐŨ‘ŨÖļŨ‘ ŨĄŨ§Ũ•Ũ•ŨĒŨĻŨĪÖžŨĒŨ ŨĨ ŨĒŨ‘ŨĻŨ™ŨŠ : Ũ‘Ũ•Ũ‘ŨĄŨĪŨ•Ũ’ ŨžŨ›Ũ ŨĄŨžŨĻŨ•Ũ‘ŨĒ اŲ„ØđØąØĻŲŠØĐ : ØģØĻŲˆŲ†ØŽØĻŲˆØĻ ŲØ§ØąØģی : ØĻاØĻ‌اØģŲŲ†ØŽÛŒ ØīŲ„ŲˆØ§ØąŲ…ÚĐØđØĻی Ų…ØĩØąŲ‰ : ØģØĻŲˆŲ†ØŽ ØĻŲˆØĻ ØģŲƒŲˆŲŠØą ØĻاŲ†ØŠØē
āĐ­ âŠđ ðŸ§― ÖīÖķÖļ ð–Ĩ” áŸđāĐ­ âŠđ ðŸ§― ÖīÖķÖļ ð–Ĩ” áŸđāĐ­ âŠđ ðŸ§― ÖīÖķÖļ ð–Ĩ” áŸđ
Ïâ„“ÎąÐļКÐēσÐē || Spongebob x Plankton【Plankbob】 Karandy (Karen x Sandy) Krabston, Krabon - Mr. Krabs and Plankton Patearl - Patrick and Pearl Ïâ„“ÎąÐļКŅ‚σÐļ o(ïŋĢˇïŋĢ)o (◠â€ŋ◠) Plankdy Ïâ„“ÎąÐļКŅ‚σÐļ o(ïŋĢˇïŋĢ)o (◠â€ŋ◠) Planktrick Sandearl - Sandy and Pearl Ņ•qυÎđ∂ÐēσÐē Ņ•ÏÏƒÐļgŅ”ÐēσÐē
Horror Confessions @Horror_Fessions "When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a courtyard behind our house."
‘Ylim3’ By IPostAtMidnight I've found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighbourhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.
‘A Message From Your Personal Demons’ By MrGarm “I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend.” Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago CalebVanPoneisen While tidying up my girlfriend’s apartment I found a purple diary labelled “Boyfriends Whom Dare to Look”. Unable to resist the temptation my heart raced, at the sight of names and dates marked with red but before I could fully process it's meaning, a voice be- hind me chuckled “It’s time to break up,” as a sharp object pierced my back.
“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield
“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in- front of the mirror, there was no one staring back at me.” -Lucas Smelser
Mother Warned Me Mother always warned me not to cross the street. Mother warned me about those types of things. She said bad men would kidnap me, take me away. I guess she was right, in a way. I crossed one day, because I was never a good child, and several men came out and picked me up and asked me many questions. I don’t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I don’t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I don’t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them. I don’t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, I’ll never know why she made me call her Mother.
âœĻHe had no way of knowing that the tip of one of the blender blades had come loose until he gulped down the last of his smoothie...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago netflixandskill my son was reported missing last week they found him but it's not my son
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I thought telling the genie “I want to live forever” But the universe went dark 3 billion years ago by douggold11
âšū Go to TwoSentenceHorror 7 yr. ago LapizVGC I was wondering why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' It’s a common question, but it is misplaced. Light and dark. Without one, the other cannot exist. I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it. I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do. 'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...' Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of... You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts. Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..
I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly. —stellarpath
𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑ð‘Ķ: [𝑙𝑎ð‘Ē𝑔ℎ𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑠] ð‘‡â„Žð‘Žð‘Ą 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒 ð‘Ąð‘œ 𝑎 𝑇𝑒ð‘Ĩ𝑎𝑠 "𝑇", 𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒ðĩ𝑜𝑏! ðŧ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 ð‘Ķ𝑜ð‘Ē ð‘Ąð‘œð‘œ, ð‘ƒð‘™ð‘Žð‘›ð‘˜ð‘Ąð‘œð‘›! ð‘ƒð‘™ð‘Žð‘›ð‘˜ð‘Ąð‘œð‘›: ðžð‘Ą ð‘Ī𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎ð‘Ķ, 𝑏ð‘Ēð‘Ą ð‘Ąâ„Žð‘Žð‘Ą ð‘Ģ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ð‘Ąð‘’ð‘Ÿð‘Ÿð‘–ð‘ð‘™ð‘’.
áī·áĩƒĘģáĩ‰âŋ⠘ áīŽâŋáĩˆ âŋáĩ’Ę·âļī ⁹áķ  áĩƒâŋĘļáĩ’âŋáĩ‰ Ę°áĩƒËĒ áĩƒâŋĘļáĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ âŋ⁹áķœáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ ËĒáĩƒĘļ áĩƒáĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— ᔆʰáĩ‰ËĄáĩˆáĩ’âŋâļī áĩ—ʰ⁹ËĒ Ę·áĩ’áĩ˜ËĄáĩˆ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰â€§ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡â ˜ [Ę·áĩƒËĄáĩËĒ áĩ˜áĩ– áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩƒËĄáĩ—áĩƒĘģ ⁹âŋ áĩ—áĩ‰áĩƒĘģËĒ] áĩáĩâļī áīūËĄáĩƒâŋáĩáĩ—áĩ’âŋ Ę·áĩƒËĒ ËĒáĩáĩƒËĄËĄ áĩƒâŋáĩˆâ€§â€§â€§ [ËĒâŋ⁹áķ áķ ËĒ] áīŽâŋáĩˆ áĩĘģáĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áĩƒâŋáĩˆâ€§â€§â€§ áīļáĩ’áĩ˜áĩˆ! [áķœĘģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ Ę°ĘļËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ⁹áķœáĩƒËĄËĄĘļ] áī·áĩƒĘģáĩ‰âŋ⠘ [áķœáĩ’áĩáķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ—ËĒ ᔆáĩ–áĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰áīŪáĩ’áĩ‡ áĩƒËĒ ËĒĘ°áĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áīūáĩƒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áķœáĩ áĩ—áĩƒáĩáĩ‰ ʰ⁹áĩ áĩ‡áĩƒáķœáĩ áĩ—áĩ’ ʰ⁹ËĒ ËĒáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—] áīŽËĄËĄ Ęģ⁹áĩĘ°áĩ—âļī áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áĩ’âŋ‧ áīĩáĩ—'ËĒ áĩ’áĩáĩƒĘļ‧ áīūËĄáĩƒâŋáĩáĩ—áĩ’âŋ⠘ Ęļáĩ‰áĩ‰ËĒʰ‧
ₛₚₒₙgₑáĩĶₒáĩĶ: áĩĒ𝆑 wₑ'áĩĢₑ gₒₙₙₐ ₛáĩĪáĩĢáĩĨáĩĒáĩĨₑ, wₑ'ₗₗ ₕₐáĩĨₑ ₜₒ ₛₕₐáĩĢₑâ€Ī ₚₗₐₙₖₜₒₙ: ₕáĩĪₕ, ₛₕₐáĩĢₑ? [ₛₜₐₙdₛ áĩĪₚ ₐₙd ₑₓₜₑₙdₛ ₕₐₙd] YₒáĩĪ'áĩĨₑ gₒₜ yₒáĩĪáĩĢₛₑₗ𝆑 ₐ dₑₐₗ, áĩĶáĩĒg áĩĶₒy! ₛₚₒₙgₑáĩĶₒáĩĶ: ₐww, ₚáĩĪₜ 'ₑáĩĢ ₜₕₑáĩĢₑ, ₚₐₗâ€Ī [ₛₕₐₖₑₛ ₚₗₐₙₖₜₒₙ'ₛ ₕₐₙd ₐₙd ₕₒₗdₛ ₒáĩĪₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₐₜₜy] ₕₑáĩĢₑ, yₒáĩĪ ð„īₐₙ ₕₐáĩĨₑ ₜₕₑ 𝆑áĩĒáĩĢₛₜ áĩĶáĩĒₜₑâ€Ī ₘₐₖₑ áĩĒₜ ₐ ₛₘₐₗₗ ₒₙₑâ€Ī ₚₗₐₙₖₜₒₙ: Dₒₙ'ₜ ₘáĩĒₙd áĩĒ𝆑 áĩĒ dₒ!
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago drforged ↓ “Have you ever seen a monster?” My son asked, as I tucked him in “No” I answered, as I looked into his many yellow eyes...
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